Judge, 1891 · page 6 of 69
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This page from *Judge* magazine contains three separate humorous pieces: **"Lines on Finding an Old Portrait"** and **"An Answer"**: A witty exchange between two male contributors. The first casually dismisses a summer romance found in an old photo, treating romantic attachments as seasonal amusements. The answer calls him out—the responder claims to have fallen in love with a woman he glimpsed in *Judge* magazine at a race, asking the author to identify her. The satire mocks both shallow male romanticism and the absurdity of seeking to contact strangers through magazine publication. **"At the Musicale"**: A brief joke about a child asking if a man will sing, with the mother identifying him as "Professor Von Woggleski"—likely a German name used for comedic effect, suggesting a pompous or ridiculous performer. **"The Advantage of Facial Extensiveness"**: A working-class joke showing two miners after a cave-in. One's face is so broad his pipe remained dry in the gravel while his face was buried—"facial extensiveness" being a crude joke about having an unusually wide face.
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LINES ON FINDING AN OLD PORTRAIT. ERE'S an old photograph, Creased up and tumbled, Calls up the summer we passed at the shore, Funny how quickly the Seasons get jumbled ; Seems only yesterday. Lord ! what a bore. Strange how a man can be Glamoured, and led by Chance to believe that he’s deeply in love, I'm bravely cured And my heart is not fed by Emotion on looking at portrait above. Good-bye, the summer girl ! Hail to the winter! Seasons change often, why shouldn't the girls? Back into trunk again I've got another, Perhaps we'll renew when the spring-time unfurls, Litre, Datsy—"' Is that man going to sing, mamma?” Mrs. Fatserr—'*S-sh, dear! yes. AT THE MUSICALE. It’s Professor Von Woggleski.”* AN ANSWER (Te the author of * Lines on Finding an Old Portrait.”) ARELESSLY glancing through Jupce’s bright pages, Dawned on my vision a fair maiden’s face. Long have I sought her— My heart ever rages Since I first saw her that day at the race. Yes, I acknowledge ‘twas Love at first meeting. Alas, I knew neither her name nor address, And dared not, a stranger, Offend her by greeting, Nor touch the fair hand which you scorn to press. Alas, to my sorrow my Heart knows no turning, Summer and winter I've loved her, you see, Oh, hard-hearted monster ! if You have no yearning, ‘Yell me her name and leave some show for me, ewe Lire Daisy—"' It's so warm here, I should think he'd like to take off his furs before he begins.” THE ADVANTAGE OF FACIAL EXTENSIVENESS. Joe Mruicx (after the cave in)—"' Th’ byes may not be along hour, Tim, an’ we may's well tek it aisy. Me pipe wint out in th’ gravel, Hov yez a light?” Tim Crovcn—** Oi hov.” comicbooks.com